Date: Tue, 27 Mar 2007 19:25:32 -0400 (EDT)
From: high5fiveme (at) lycos (dot) com
Subject: first and last real friends 8
Disclaimer: "Boys will be boys." I am not sure who said that
or if he or she knew what boys might do at a young age if
they got to do what they want to do. This story is about two
such boys and you are not allowed to read it. I just wrote
it for the hell of it. Actually, you can read it if you are
of the age in your area where your government permits you to
read about erotic things. So if you want to read about boys
being boys, go ahead, but you should go back to the
beginning and start there and read slowly. This is really
not very erotic though as erotic can get; so maybe if that
is all you want, you should read some of the really good
stories people write about boys being boys. But only do this
if you are legal. Anyway, sit back and enjoy, but if this
brings you to the edge of your seat, email me. I doubt it
brings too many people to that other thing they come here
for but that's ok. I just hope someone thinks this is cute.
End of chapter 7:
We ejaculated! No sperm! No precum or anything yet! It
wasn't exactly like my wet-dream, but it felt as good. It
felt good because I did it on top of Tom or with Tom or
something. It took years before I really knew what this
night meant. And I don't know if Tom ever totally really
knew that this was our honeymoon night. The day's perfect
events and love that we shared for an entire day had just
been consummated in this one act for me.
I rolled off Tom and went to my side looking at the window
taking in the beauty of this evening when I saw a head turn
and leave towards Jerry's house. My honeymoon had been
caught on tape by the memory of Jerry. I smiled to myself
and never told Tom what had happened nor did I mention it to
Jerry that I knew what he had seen. I guess all good
weddings need a "best-man," but I really never heard that he
was there for the wedding night's event!
First and Last Real Friend Chapter 7
When I awoke in the morning, I was spooned up against my
lover. I remember that during the night, I would awaken
periodically and touch Tom. Putting my arm around him,
falling asleep and then awakening to find myself away from
him, I would immediately go back to caressing up against him
and falling back to sleep. A couple of times when I
awakened, Tom had done the same thing to me spooning up
against me and put his arm around me.
It just seems that our orgasm together had bonded us. We
didn't need the sperm because there was no significance to
that. No babies were going to be born from our consummation
like the book had told us happens when you stick your dick
in a woman. We had just needed to have that endorphin rush
together to solidify that we loved each other forever and
ever until mothers do us part.
"Phil," the steel piercing voice called as she banged on our
door. "Are you and Tommy up yet? I mean you and Tom."
Jolted from my half awakened state but with my hand
instinctively on my boyfriend's cock, "Yeah we are up. Big
time up!" We both had raging piss hard-ons or maybe sex hard-
ons as I was spooned with my cock touching Tom's ass. Oh
yeah, we were nude and had no worry of mother opening the
door. Here is one thing I will hand the women back then,
they never ever invaded the sanctity of our rooms. It must
have been in Dr. Spock's book or something because I never
had to worry about that with my boyfriends in my days
growing up.
"Yeah, we are up." I responded. Honesty is the best policy
with mothers and police; the two people seem to have the
same jobs. But I meant our dicks while she meant something
else. A little misleading information to mothers was ok.
"Ok, come on out when you want. I'll start breakfast." My
mother's loudness seemed to tone down a few decibels. The
first yell was to wake us and was probably as similar to the
police slamming their batons in the morning on the jail
doors to arouse the prisoners.
"Ok," was my simple response, as I really wanted to tell her
that we needed to stay in bed and fuck again because it was
Tom's turn, and I wanted to get him on or into my butt
before the day started.
Tom during the exchange had rolled over on his back and
thrown the covers off of us and was staring at his hard-on.
"Do you need to piss? I asked him.
He said, "I don't know. I get a hard-on in the morning when
I need to but this feels different."
"Yeah, I know what you mean." What neither one of us could
distinguish was this difference between needing to pee and
needing to fuck each other. Each has its own satisfaction.
"Well, I don't feel like I gotta pee yet." I said as I lay
there looking at Tom's dick wanting it to fuck me silly.
Then I had a serious thought.
"What are we going to do when we have to go swim nude at
Hoover." (That is our junior high we will be going to
tomorrow). I mean I know I am going to get a hard-on when I
see all the nude boys."
"Me too, I am scared to death. Everyone will think we are
queer." Tom said, but then he added, "Ronnie says that if we
jack off a lot we can control our hard-ons."
"Really, that's great, but I don't get it. How will that
control our hard-ons?" We both just sat a few seconds
thinking about my question.
I added, "What's the deal with Ronnie anyway. You guys doing
stuff?"
"Yeah, we did the butt rubs in the beginning, and then he
showed me how to jack off this summer. You know he has
sperm. It's so great. He does it and then his dick jerks and
shoots out this white stuff all over his chest." Tom laughs
and goes on "Once it shot into his face." And then Tom added
the part that made my heart beat faster, "Ron told me to
tell you that he would like to do it with you, if you want.
I like doing it with him but he is kind of creepy; it's much
better with you. Everything is much better with you."
Now my heart was really beating. My lover liked being with
me and doing this stuff, and I guess everything else with me
better than with Ron. I had to respond in kind, "Well, I
think it would be fun to do stuff with Ron, but I like you
better for sure." With that most sincere statement of my
life, I leaned over and kissed Tom on the lips as I reached
over and grabbed his cock and started jacking him.
It seemed this was what he needed, and Tom kept his lips
pressed against mine and started jacking me too. God, if we
had only known how to kiss.
The screech came from the kitchen, "Ok boys, come and get
it." I guess my mom thought she was making eggs and bacon
for the guys in the "OK Corral" with that call.
"Ooooooh...shit, we gotta get up," I said and rolled out of
the bed. No sooner had I stood up than there was another
question.
"Are you guys up?" It was Jerry who had arrived at the
window saying this before he could try to peer through the
screen. With the sun coming from the outside, he was not
able to see in until he pressed his face to the screen. I
motioned to Tom to come here and I went to the window nude.
Tom followed and as Jerry tried to look in and see, he got
the view of his life. Tom and I pressed our erected cocks
practically right up in the window, and I said, "Yeah we are
up."
With that we ran back and got our shorts on. Jerry went
"Very funny. Listen; come out to the clubhouse when you can.
I will be there."
Jerry started to leave but came back and added, "With my
pants down." Jerry had never before said anything funny so I
guess he was changing too."
Tom and I put on our t-shirts and headed towards the
bathroom together. This was pretty daring as we had never
been to the bathroom together and mother might wonder what
we were doing if she knew. But we had to start taking a
stand sometime so I didn't care what she thought.
"You wanta piss first," I asked Tom. I knew I was going to
have to use the sit down method.
Tom was able to bend his cock like a double-jointed person
and aim his piss in the toilet. He pissed so hard and fast
but pretty much got most of it in the toilet. I just watched
but my dick seemed to be able to subside slightly from its
state of erection on its own. I followed when he was
finished, and I just copied him and aimed the best I could
at the huge toilet hole. Tom watched me the entire time.
Then we kissed again. Why did we kiss after peeing? Were we
telling each other "Way to go that was a great piss," or was
this becoming a habit of affection?
We quickly brushed our teeth because you did this first
thing in the morning in those days before eating. I know a
lot of rules in those days didn't seem logical but people
just followed them like cattle to the slaughterhouse.
Mother had prepared the usual bacon and eggs with a pancake
each. I think mother missed out by not inventing Denny's
restaurant that has made millions on this "Grand Slam
Breakfast."
"Sit down boys", the chef said. "Tom, your mother and I have
been talking." Oh god, that is not good. I thought. "You
two don't have any classes together, and we know how close
you guys are, but now you will meet new friends."
How could this lady be starting the speech of our separation
and divorce on the night after the wedding? I knew already
the direction of this lecture. "And you guys need to find
some new friends because that is what people do as they grow
up. You are too old now to be hanging out with just one
person all the time. You will be able to see each other
occasionally but not like before."
My mother did not say these words exactly because I am too
old now to remember what she said. But I know how my mother
thinks and what happened over time, and this is exactly what
she meant in the lecture. To be honest with you, I am not
sure I can remember much of what was said by her from that
lecture forward.
I do remember looking at Tom and noticing he was paying
absolutely no attention to my mom but was just eating. He
had a different mom, and as I have said, she liked to have
me around. I can't actually think that she was in on this
decision completely to the extent my mother was describing
our future relationship. Tom may, also, not have heard what
was being said because he didn't believe it.
I was upset though because I knew what was happening. We
were going to be somewhat separated and limited in our time
together. Breakfast was agonizing for me, as I just wanted
to run away and take Tom with me. At least we had the rest
of the day to be together and maybe we could sneak into the
garage and jack off since Ron said we needed to do it to
keep from getting hard-ons all the time. I figured that we
could spend the night still next weekend and it could be
Tom's turn to rub his dick on my ass.
Tom finished everything as usual. He still had a little baby
fat because he never missed a meal. I, however, ate half my
eggs, one piece of bacon and half a pancake. I just couldn't
stomach anymore because I was getting sick. I tried to solve
the problem and said as cheery as I could "We are gonna go
out and play in Jerry's clubhouse."
My mother said, "No, Tom's mother wants him to come home
after breakfast so he can start to get ready for school
tomorrow. You guys played hard yesterday and you need to
calm down and get ready for your new school. It's going to
be a wonderful experience for you two."
She did not get the last sentence out, and I just started
bawling my eyes out and ran to my room and slammed the door.
I was totally prone to this crying and my mother had just
crushed me. She had taken the wind out of my sails, the love
out of my life, cut a limb off my body, and all the
platitudes that go with being forlorned.
I cried and I cried until there was not a drop of tears left
in my tear ducts. The cries slowed down to sobs and the door
opened. Tom was not a crier like I was. He was much more
stable. I don't think he even got spanked like I was all the
time. His family just was different. Tom came over to the
bed after shutting the door and entering, and he sat on the
bed and put his arm on me. Tom was a consoler. I wanted to
crawl in his arms like a baby and continue to cry. I wanted
to show my sole and my love for him without uttering a word.
I needed Tom now as I would have needed him all my life if I
had the chance.
Tom couldn't act this way. He was stronger than me. His
touch though made me start to sob louder as I muffled my
face into my pillow. Tom got up on the bed and hugged me
from behind. If only this had been the point we would
undress and he would put his dick on me and we would have
another orgasm. Instead it was a time that one lover knew
the pain of the other and just had to do the best he could
to console.
Tom was, also, brilliant as he said nothing stupid or really
anything at all as he caressed me and rubbed me and gave me
gentle kisses from behind. I finally turned after I think I
had expended all of my energy and said, "What are we going
to do?"
Tom said, "About what? No one is going to keep us apart."
What a fool I was. As usual I made something out of nothing.
We didn't have classes together but so what. We had the same
lunch break and after school is, after school, and how could
my mother keep us apart on weekends. I leaned up and gave
Tom a big kiss on the lips holding there for the longest
moment while I felt my dick start to stand to attention.
A thought hit me like a lightening bolt while we were in our
embrace and I pushed Tom away and jumped out of bed. Just a
minute, I said and I went running out the door and into the
kitchen. I was wiping my eyes and I went up to my mother. I
knew I would win this one because she always had to give me
something once she had taken something away. "Mom, can Tom
stay for one more game of Clue." I knew she would say no to
Monopoly but there was no question after my violent crying
attack she would say yes to this.
"Well, ok but just one game, and then he has to go."
I ran back to the room and shut the door with a loud crash
and this time I locked it because what I planned would take
too long to recover from if there was a knock at the door.
Tom was still sitting on the bed and just looked at me
wondering what the hell was going on. I just stripped as
fast as I could and got nude and then flung myself on the
bed while saying "Your turn. Mother said you could stay for
a game of Clue."
Tom just started to take off his clothes as I lay there,
butt up in the air. Tom knew that your turn wasn't to ask
the next question in the Clue game but to stick his dick in
my ass.
I was still somewhat hard from our passionate kiss but Tom's
dick for the first time since I had seen it was mostly soft.
His dick, as I could see when he pulled down his shorts just
stood slightly away from his body. It was so beautiful like
that, and I wanted to touch him making him fully erect. Tom
preferred to stare down at my butt and stroke himself. He
reached up and touched my bottom as he had done so many
times. As he did this I felt my dick reach full erection and
I humped the bed ever so slightly as I spread my legs.
"Maybe he will be able to get his dick in my butt." I
thought. I prepared myself by burying my face into the
pillow and crossing my arms under my chin. Tom seemed to
have learned from last night and he opened my butt cheeks
much further than I had his. I looked back and he was
searching for my hole with much more scrutiny.
Suddenly, Jerry was at the window pressing his face up
against the screen and shading his eyes to look in. He
caught a look at us nude on the bed and jerked back from the
window whispering "God haven't you guys jacked off enough."
With that he turned and left us to our second fuck of the
thwarted honeymoon.
Tom looked at me and giggled but went back to his job.
Having the advantage of daylight, Tom found my hole and
brought his dick up to place it at the opening. He kept it
there and pressed it gently against me. It felt funny and I
tightened my butt checks and closed my hole to his
penetration. Tom leaned forward and with one thrust missed
and went with his erection up my crack instead. He did it
again and the same thing happened but as his dick hit me
hard, my dick hit the bed with his pounding. That felt good
and the thought of Tom taking his turn on me made me a
little faint. Tom tried a couple of more times with the
"look-see" method and then just laid on me and did it
exactly as I had done him. Tom's thrusts were much more
violent than mine, and the bed actually began to squeak. I
was able to rhythm with him and was feeling more and more
like I was going to explode. It was better than last night,
as I was getting done this time by my lover and consoler.
Tom's cock rubbed violently against my butt. He was all over
the place pleasuring the bottom of his dick on me. He came
up on my back and rubbed there. He went down to my leg and
rubbed there. I was humping myself against the bed sheets no
matter where he went as I imaged his dick penetrating me
although it hadn't. I kept on going and going fucking the
bed and thinking of Tom. Now I heard a cry from him as he
reached orgasm. I wanted to have that feeling from last
night too so I just went harder. Tom laid on me and let me
push his butt in the air. It seemed I had the strength of an
elephant as I raised his full body weight up while I jacked
my cock on the bed. My crying had hurt me and I finally
collapsed after some time unable to orgasm. I had used too
much energy and emotion on my sadness that I just couldn't
get off this second time plus Tom's limp body on my back was
just too much pressure after a time.
I knew I had not done the thing I had done last night, but
it didn't seem to matter until Tom pulled off me and looked
at his dick. "Shit I got some stuff." I turned and looked
and oozing out of his dick was the gooey stuff they call
sperm I guess. Later I would learn it was just precum. I had
turned to look at it so my butt was pointing away from Tom.
He reached and turned me slightly to look if I had any on
me. He dried my bottom with his hand by rubbing the small
amount into me. I sat there looking at Tom's stuff wishing
there had been a whole bunch of it on me and that I had put
a bunch on him.
I said. "I guess we better play Clue now. I got up totally
erect and Tom got up with his hard-on totally subsided and
his dick back to a normal small size. I noticed this and
pointed it out..."Hey look you had the stuff and your dick
is down. I didn't have any and mine is still up. Ron is
right."
Tom went over to the mirror as I dressed to take a look at
himself and the precum dripping from his cute dick. He said,
"Wow that is the first time I have had that happen." Then he
did his strong man pose as if to say, "I am a man now." With
this he rubbed what little there was into his chest.
We played Clue for as long as we could just talking and
talking about what was going to happen tomorrow, and how we
would still be able to see each other. Tom's optimism and
plans made me feel a lot better and the conversation had
made my dick go soft. Tom seemed spent and not interested in
anymore sexual play. I was still horny mentally but went
along with Tom. When a boy has orgasmed and come out of his
zone, you will not get much out of him sexually after that
for a while. Tom was exhibiting that now, but for me still
in a semi-dizzy state, it was enough just to continue to
admire my lover and say a lot of "Uh, huhs," to the things
he was saying. I let Tom do the talking the rest of the time
as I plotted my sex life with him and how we could get
together for my next "Your turn!"